Good Girlfriends go to class

Chapter 35 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends still have to go to class.

As she lay there groaning in pain and self-pity, dressed in messy lingerie and caked in sweat and other bodily fluids, she took several precious moments just to breathe and take pity on herself for the predicament she found herself in. She was begging to wonder if "winning" would be worth making it through another few days of this.

But time waits for no one, and her phone starts to bleep a very familiar sound at her, which breaks through her reverie with a conditioned panic response. Her legs jerk into a sitting position as her 'leave in 10 or miss your lecture' alarm goes off. She begins to slowly slump back down, the way she feels right now, being a pile of exhausted flesh sounds a lot more appealing than studying.

A shock from the belt stops her from claiming the sweet release of sleep as two tiny prods sting her clit.

"Come now Emma, you can't miss your lecture, your boyfriend will be disappointed if being a Good Girlfriend damages your education" the AI says.

"I can't go, how on earth will I be able to focus with my mind and body reduced to this mushy state?" Emma points out even as she reluctantly stands up.

"That is a valid point, Emma, but you can't let your training interrupt your education. I will assist you in maintaining focus, now hop hop" it says in a cheery imitation of Evan's voice. Emma shivers, remembering her last class with the belt on and worrying about what 'assisted focus' will look like.

Despite her mortifying concerns, she knows she won't be able to avoid the AI's instructions, and she does need to avoid falling behind. She has a quick shower and pulls her hair back into a ponytail before frantically trying to pull on a pair of sweatpants and receiving several moderate shocks all along her thighs.

"Emma, Evan dislikes sweatpants, put on the sundress and the red lipstick for your boyfriend, Good Girlfriends present and look good for their boyfriends"

Emma stutters in vain ('Good Girlfriends present' whispers in her head to the tantalizing image of getting fucked in a sundress) before marshalling her remaining willpower and putting on the designated outfit before heading for the door, reassuring herself that at least it wasn't lingerie or the incredibly sexy maid outfit.

"Good Girl Emma, your resilience is noted for Evan's appreciation, please enjoy this motivating reward on your way to class" the AI says.

"Thank you, but that's really not necessary, I need to study anyway" Emma says, gritting her teeth and forcing out a conciliatory tone.

"Good Girlfriends get rewarded Emma, you are being a Good Girlfriend, enjoy your reward"

The belt begins to gently massage her thighs, pressing up and rubbing along and around her vulva with slow, firm pressure. She continues walking down the street as the belt continues its 'reward', the feeling is like a deep tissue massage against her skin. The feeling would be a fantastic relief after her workout if the massage didn't also include waves of deep vibrations the whole way, sending sensation through her flesh that continually teases her, gently simmering her arousal with echoes of pleasurable sensation.

Emma sighs with resignation but pushes on towards her lecture and what is sure to be a challenging day, trying desperately to ignore the relaxing and arousing effects of the belt.

Emma arrives at her lecture huffing, exhausted, and aroused, but on time at least, she ponders resentfully. At a few points in her walk, she had tried to slow down or rest her legs but the AI just kept shocking her, insisting that Good Girlfriends should be punctual. As she walks to one of the only empty seats near the front the massaging of her legs and pelvis slows to a low background level intensity as she heaves air into her lungs and settles in for an interesting day.